[Verse 1]
I get high and glide
You ain't never seen a bitch get high and cry
I get mad as fuck when the plug runs out of supplies
Heart gettin colder, still tellin lies
Meet inside my soto, pour up with the guys
Risk getting colder ain't tryna talk till that bitch bent over
Yeah you see that bag, c'mere bitch yeah i told ya
Well my new bitch classy she can't wear no fashion no-va
Play with me its, ov-er
Jumpout the house and i got old-er
I can’t find no clo-sure
I’ve been fucking different hoes (yuh)

[Verse 2]
Racks coming in ian worrying about nun
Racks coming in ian worrying about shit n***a
Playing with me i’m gonna up that gun
Like that matter, I’m finna go send a blitz
I’vе been sipping wock, purple in my piss
Yuh, she see how i talk she caught in a blitz

[Bridge]
Hеll no the fuck i ain’t done yet and you can’t do it like this
He don’t wanna do no 1 of 1 he wanna do no fists
So fuck it, i grab the Glock now i gotta stick
Yuh i ain’t fucking with no n***a that be cracking like ritz
[Outro]
I Get high and glide
You ain't never seen a bitch get high and cry
I get mad as fuck when the plug runs out of supplies
Heart gettin colder, still tellin lies
Meet inside my soto, pour up with the guys
Risk getting colder ain't tryna talk till that bitch bent over
Yeah you see that bag, c'mere bitch yeah i told ya
Well my new bitch classy she can't wear no fashion no-va

(THIS IS CHICAGO N***A!)